Eric Guerrero - Aux Chord (feat. Forrest Bueller & Isai) lyrics

[Intro: Eric G.] I keep my money in my pocket, I keep my homies all the same Split s**ers s**er lips every damn daY [Verse 1: Eric G.] I keep my money in my pocket, I keep my homies all the same I keep my aux in my hand. Dance, Dance: Fall Out Boy. No, I'm not gay I'm getting good at rapping, I'm a natural Ain't no dude I know that rap or produce with as much cla** as you Ain't no girl I know that's got enough a** to fool No one's fast as you. Your boy EG You're irrational I come through in a full suit. I don't fool you yo kid you do you Drugs do not do do. Damn, I'm cool I will a**ume you've heard my tunes. I'll a**ume you think I'm cool I think I'm cool too, I'm a tool too I'm a douchebag: that's confidence Fresh rapscapes: I got a lot of them Write down the plates! There's no stopping him Nah. There's no use stopping him I was born, Jesus wept. He declared, “I made the best.” Threw me in the middle-west, I didn't know about it yet I had gotten bored of the “yes.” I huffed and I puffed and I picked up my chest It's KBE [Chorus: Forrest Bueller] Everything I see, I want it Everything you need, I got it Whatever you have, I say f** it But you still can't believe I'm on it. 2x [Verse 2: Forrest Bueller] Got stacks? Motherf**er, hell no But we play it real cold, b**h Call that Yellow Call that green or I will Hit that serenity now or I swear I'll call you Seinfeld b**h, I'm f**ing awesome. I'm always flossy Thick Eric Coston but you know I'm f**ing bossy Hotter than Adonis, I swear I'm being honest I'm lurking for a goddess. I could love you, this I promise On the real, how do you feel? Keep it chill, keep it ill. Can you deal? 2x [Chorus] [Verse 3: Isai] I got the debit in my wallet. I've been swiping it all day If the cops come asking, that debit card is in my name Everybody Multiparty There's a hottie Who is snobby She's complacent Reminiscent But tonight She will be missing Getting darker By the second Talk to ladies Get her jealous I've been calling No reception 1996 El Papi Beto had been born Rapping to a mix that Eric G. had forsworn He stated that this album was the start of something new We are changing directions get the kid out of the blue Glue paste it on my new shoe Wear it as the clue grew Growing in a Jew Crew She knew We knew Put the song in a pause El Papi Beto just came through